Simone’s POV
"Do you have any idea what you just did?" Zoey hissed, her hands trembling as she dunked a cloth into the basin of lukewarm water.
I didn't answer. I couldn't. Not yet. I just leaned against the cold tiles of my bathroom wall and let out another ragged, practised sob. My lungs burned. Outside, the world was still ending in a chorus of heavy boots and barked orders. I could still hear the echoes of the Sentinels' shouts as they dragged Harmoni out of his own room. The image of him pinned to the floor, confused and half-naked, was burned into my mind. It was perfect.
"Sit," Zoey commanded. Her voice was thin, like paper about to tear.
I dropped onto the stool. The bedsheet she had thrown over me back in the barracks was still draped around my shoulders. It smelled of Harmoni
